Let it go

Short story
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My whole life I was told, "if you love something let it go, if it comes back it's yours. If it doesn't, it was never yours"

When I met her, I did a lot of things.

I met her.
I saw her smile.
I lost myself.

When she met me, she did a lot of things.

Cried, a lot.
Gave glances at me.
And fantasized.

We did stupid stuff.

We kissed, and we both fell in a spell we couldn't escape.

Her parents hated me.
My mother loved her.

Her parents thought she was possessed.
My mother thought she was an angel.

Is it wrong? For me to like her?
Apparently so.

So, if her being with me
Causes her pain,
For her to cry,
Causes her nothing but grief..

Then.

I'll let it go